fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about our family dynamics, traditions, and if there's such thing as a 'perfect family.'
Hoovers and Hamsters
It was a bright, warm morning as Susan left her home and walked along her road towards Bristol city centre. She walked quickly, neatly dodging the black bins, recycling boxes and brown food bins that littered the pavement. The familiar beeping, clattering and chinking of the recycling lorries filled the air but when she tuned in to the general soundscape she could hear the birds singing in the park, which made her smile. After fifteen minutes she entered the office building that was the location for her current temp job. Susan greeted the receptionist as she searched her bag for her flimsy paper pass. Finally she found it, showed the bar code to the pass reader and received a satisfying beep. She walked through shabby corridors into a noisy office greeting co-workers as she passed them.
By Kim Brooke4 years ago in Families
IS he Mr. Right?
Hello again! Your friend Gin is back! Before I start this part of my story I have something I want to say. First of all I know that I will get some negative comments. I am going to ignore those; I am requesting that all negative comments be kept to yourself. I am doing this because I felt alone at so many times in my life; this is JUST to let those of you that feel that way, YOU ARE NOT ALONE!!! If you need someone to talk to, please find someone; don't hurt yourself in any way, shape or form! I have overcome many obstacles in my life; I learn from them and go on. Yes some are way harder than others, but I make myself stay strong....it just makes me stronger for that next "wall" that I hit. So with that let me start on if he was Mr. Right or not.
By Virginia Green4 years ago in Families
Crazy Life
Life has been one tough long road and when I think I'm on top. Nope, I am there for a little while before something else happens and knocks me down. The thing is no matter how hard it gets I get back up, though there have plenty of times it looked better to quit.
By Kimmy Dexter4 years ago in Families
Part of a story I wrote
River woke with a smile on her face every morning. It wasn't always that way though and made it a point to be happy. She moved from New York to Florida to be with a guy she thought she was in love with, but she was wrong. Screw that she learned her lesson in that department.
By Kimmy Dexter4 years ago in Families
New Teen Mom
Hi, your friend Gin is back! I visited with an old middle school friend todayMay 28th, 2020; we spent four hours talking about our days at Connell Jr. High. We talked about names we hadn't heard in years and wondered where life has lead them, hoping that all is well with them and their families. My soul is yearning to contact old school mates; I am not sure why; but I know I need to follow through with it. I have looked up numerous people on Facebook, some successful, some not so successful. I want to thank you again for reading my story. Lets get back to where I left off.
By Virginia Green4 years ago in Families
Spill The Tea
I’m 41 and haven’t lived my life or truth yet. I have been silenced before I was able to speak up for myself. Is it frustrating? Yes. As early as I can remember my voice and opinions were slowly taken from me, slowly placing me not just in a shell, but in a spiral of hate for others and more so hate of my self. It all started when my mom’s got arrested. At the age of 9 I had to be an adult. I had no idea what the world was like; cruel and cold like the C&C sodas I grew accustomed to drinking after awhile, it was all I cold afford; that a $.25 little Debbie cake and a bag of chips back when potatoe chips was a quarter. We called them cheap and cold. It all took place after my mom and I moved into a one bedroom apartment in a townhouse complex. My moms was over protective of me so I was not allowed to play with the neighborhood kids let alone join the local boys and girls club. As the new superintendent my moms was always on call and never home, something like before we moved. After a few a year living there my mother finally allowed me to play outside with the other kids. I was eager to play with the neighbors; they ran a candy store out their house and that was so cool. Back where I was from you had to go to the cellar to buy candy or to old lady Ms Green house. Sometimes her cookies and frozen cool aid cups tasted funny but they had real candy and snacks like a real store. I guess I raved on it so much that gradually I was permitted to visit the neighbors house. Thinking back now I should have been satisfied with my moms strict rules. I persisted so much that it lead up to spending the night over. I thought it was cool to have girls to play with being as though I had no family in this new city we moved to. But that’s when all the youth got sucked out of me. I was trapped. This old lady who presented her self as the sweetest grandma alive had a deep dark hatred inside her. She had the green eyes. Little did I know it at the time, it all unraveled when her husband died.
By Jennifer Solomon4 years ago in Families
High School Years
Hi there, Your friend Gin is here again! Ha, I am a poet and didn't no it!! LOL Seriously I will get on with the story. I am doing my best to try to keep in order; I am sure I may bounce a bit and I apologize ahead of time; when I jump around I will do my best to explain why I did and get back to original topic asap. Thank you for reading my stories I hope and pray that it touches some people and help them in some way or another!!!! BE BLESSED!!!!!
By Virginia Green4 years ago in Families
Absent
ABSENT I held the picture in my hand, the only picture I had left to remember her face. It had been torn, burned, and ripped but I still took it everywhere I went. The woman in the picture that I constantly stared at with longing desperation, is my Mother. Now, I say mother but she didn’t raise me, in fact I have never met her or even heard her voice. A mission or journey I should say is what I embarked on, that scorching summer day in June. Summer in California makes you feel as if your blood is boiling, but I was fixed on her. The woman in the picture, the woman with the dark eyes and Raven Black hair, and I too have these exquisite traits . Up until this day I was made to believe that I was different; Deceived, lied to, and trapped in a life that was truly never mine. On the back of the picture were too small words, Don’s Diner.
By Lauren sosa4 years ago in Families